I had visions of something akin to a regal Caesar, maybe an intelligent-looking Albert Einstein, or a thoughtful Socrates.
The first week, she came home and said she'd been sticking paper on a stick. Of course, I was suitably impressed. Well, you have to be, don't you?
"Why?" I asked.
"Busts aren't solid, you know."
"Oh!" I said, fully convinced by her convincing argument.
So, this week she came home with a couple of digital photographs of her progress thus far. Normally, when she arrives home, I make my weary way to bed, but she said, "No, no, let me show you what I've done."
The trouble is, I think I'm psychologically damaged now! I mean, I know people's perceptions differ, but is that really how she sees me?
Anyway, I'm hoping that she'll finish torturing me soon.
In the meantime, I have to go, because the nurse is here with my tablets!
Hey! Have a nice day.